The few that are brave live to see their wants come true. Dreams are the subconscious, the uncontrollable self we suppress. The helplessness, the bizarre, the erotic, the terrifying, they are a mystery as to why we think of them, but we do. Some of those dreams are so vivid, to feel the heart pounding as you strive to run clumsily away from what it...
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From forth my brain shall spew forth thou crappiest pieces of cognititve words to begin my sojourn into the ultimate form of bricolage: Writing. To form words into immortality on pages which will be whispered on the lips of those who choose to emulate, be inspired or emphasise. To whit,To when , To whom, these word that are written will be locked int the electronic...
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niobe:
Happy Birthday! 
Azerbijan is fancy parmesan.
